Page 114 of Third Degree

His hands explored my chest, tugging at my nipples, which also had become quite sensitive these last few months as well.

“Daddy, I need you to touch me while you fuck me.”

He happily obliged, and I felt his thick fingers circling my clit while pumping me full of his cock.

“So soft,” he mused as I reached my hand behind me and pulled his neck into my shoulder, where he began to pepper it with slow kisses. I loved the way his mouth was slow and languid while his cock was hungry and carnal. It was such a dichotomy of sensitivity and desperate need.

One more deep thrust inside of me, and I knew the next time he pushed into me, I’d be gone. I felt the stars explode around me as he violently thrusted the last time.

“Beautiful,” he murmured as his heat detonated within me.

We lay there silently as his cock continued to pulse inside me, letting go of every last drop. Very carefully, he pulled out of me and lay next to me, wrapping me tighter into his chest.

“So, so beautiful.” His hands explored every part of my creamy skin, slowly stopping near my hips and landing on my stomach. “I love you so much,” he said softly, and I turned around and gave him a peck on the cheek.

“I have to get cleaned up before the girls get here.” I started to head toward the bathroom when I felt his hand stop me.

“No,” he said, and I looked at him questioningly. “I want you to be full of me while you walk down the aisle this time.” He pulled me back into the bed and pressed his lips to mine before slowly pulling away. “Knowing you are Daddy’s bad little girl while you walk down the aisle freshly fucked is my biggest fantasy, amore.”

I laughed at him and then kicked him out as soon as I heard knocking on the door. I grabbed a large fluffy robe from the back of the door.

“It’s your wedding day,” Chelsea exclaimed, her own engagement ring glittering on her finger when I let her in.

“My second wedding day,” I corrected.

“The only one that counts.” She grabbed her hair tools and started to plug them in, getting to work.

My newly pregnant friend, Tatum, walked in. She had announced to us a few weeks ago that they had just found out she was pregnant, which made sense because Julian had been extra protective these last few weeks. She was only five weeks, but he was acting like she was a doll that couldn’t be broken. Finally, Maeve followed Tatum.

“Is Christian here?” she asked Tatum as they walked into the room where I was sitting while Chelsea began to curl my hair.

“Yup,” I responded for Tatum. She fidgeted her hands, and I made a mental note to ask her about it later.

“Your grandchild is in there.” Chelsea pointed to Tatum’s stomach, and I shot everyone a death glare.

“Ew.” We all ended up in a fit of giggles.

This was my family. My chosen family. I was disappointed when I asked my mom to come, and she told me that my father wouldn’t allow her to. I hadn’t had any contact with him since the club, and honestly, I was not too sure I ever would.

“Did I tell you guys that Elio bought this house?” I looked around at the villa.

Knowing we could spend every summer here with our future family made me so emotional I could feel myself getting all caught up in my feels.

“Shut up!” Chelsea exclaimed.

“I’m not surprised.” Tatum pouted. “I want a villa.”

We laughed again and continued to talk about the plans for the day. We were going to have a small ceremony where we would share our vows with our family. Ricardo and his wife had also come to join us, but this time, there wasn’t going to be an officiant. It was just us.

After fussing around with my dress and hair, I finally kicked them all out to go get ready.

I put on my tight wedding dress, looking in the mirror, knowing how obvious it was going to be. It was sleek and satin. Exactly what I had originally envisioned I wanted for my big day.

I grabbed the oversized bouquet of white roses and baby’s breath and headed out to where the ceremony was being held. The patio was decorated beautifully. White chairs and white roses lined the aisle. The guests were enjoying the backdrop of the ocean and the sun setting.

As the music cued my entrance, I opened the large French doors and this time, unlike the last, I knew exactly who I was walking to. Without my parents here, I did have a small twinge of regret, but then I felt the ache in my shoulder, and immediately, the thought of my father left my mind. It was a constant reminder of how, yet again, he put the Mafia before me.

As I walked down the aisle, all I saw was Elio standing there in his black tuxedo. Retirement looked so good on him. He looked happier. Each day was spent lazily enjoying each other, just drinking in being together.

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